Her right hand wiped the tears off her wet cheeks and a finger paused a moment on the raised, dark scar under one eye. She had almost finished crying, and luckily had quietened considerably since she'd sat and started to cry. When Maheegan heard Kiyiya call her name, she felt one of her teeth bite down into her lower lip almost of its own accord. To answer him or not? Her face was still flushed with the insults he'd thrown, but it wasn't as if she was innocent.
Besides, they were friends and friends fight sometimes. She got to her feet and brushed herself off, scanning the woods for Kiyiya and glimpsing him at the edge. Half-frustrated, yet feeling ready to go make up, Maheegan wiped off the remainder of the tears--she did not want to leave evidence that she'd been crying--and approached him, not bothering to be quick as she usually was, or to be quiet, as again, she usually was.
"I'm sorry," she called hesitantly. Nothing hurt Maheegan's pride like a good apology, but she knew she had to say it.